Time Travel at the Swings

We’re at the park on a perfect May day.  The sun and clouds take equal turns in the sky.  The breeze is quiet and peaceful.  The temperature rests in a perfect Goldilocks balance.  And the soft creaking of the swings in front of me doesn’t grate, the way some are apt to do.  Their gentle rhythm and volume simply remind me to stay present.

But ‘present’ is fleeting.  In the distance to the right, there’s a group of 12-year-old girls laughing and playing on the tennis court.  They are young and spirited, but old enough that, even from a distance, I can see they prefer this time with friends, away from their parents.  My own 9-year-old daughter is in front of me on a swing, giggling with her brother next to her.  Her dad is pushing the swing, and I am in front of her, teasing as I tap her feet.  She is happy here in our bubble, but my heart knows this moment is not forever.  I time travel to the not-so-distant future when she’s ‘over there,’ choosing to spend these blissful moments with friends instead.

To my left at the swing set is a set of new parents, placing their young one in the bucket swing for the first time.  They all delight in this occasion and remain tightly close to one another.  I don’t remember all the milestones from my children’s lives, but I do remember this one.  I know this moment.  The excitement and quiet fears of putting our babies in the playground swing for the first time, watching their every movement or reaction so we can react accordingly.  My 4-year-old is only two swings away, pumping his own legs, balancing his body effortlessly on the belt swing, giddy at the prospect of swinging as high in the air as his sister.  He is no longer the baby being pushed in the cradle swing, dangling towards the front, relying on us keep him going or help him stop.

Our family, who tends to shy away from crowds and people, is not accustomed to being around others at the playground lately.  This time travel to the past and the future overwhelms my heart and tears begin to roll down my cheeks as I smile.  The memories of babyhood and the glimpse of the future are almost too much to bear.  The creaking of the swings in front of me somehow seems to grow louder.  The rhythm of the back-and-forth seems to speed up, and with it, the passage of time.  I feel the forward momentum of my children’s lives.  And my own.  Time seems to rush by with each *creak*, *creak* of the swings.  The tears become sad and almost out of my control.

But then.  Then.  Somehow my heart settles.  The swings’ dizzying time-travel tune seems to magically slow to its previous rhythm and volume.  Time is passing, yes.  I hear it, I see it, I feel it.  But this here?  This moment.  This day.  These ages…. This is perfect.

 

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Dance Update

Two years ago, just 2 months into Covid shutdowns, our daughter told me she’d like to stop doing ballet.  After years of showing a passion for dance, she had finally just started lessons.  (Come on!)  We had found a wonderful, supportive studio, and my daughter’s wish to stop really threw me.  I wrote about it here.

But, dancing in a dance studio and dancing in our foyer with a computer screen are very different things.  She was so young and so new to ballet to be able to cope with the Zoom world of classes.  And, so, with a heavy heart and a very big effort to keep the faith that she would find another creative outlet that fit her so well, I supported her decision to stop.  Of course we talked about it, and I was honest about my feelings and concerns, but, ultimately, I wasn’t going to ‘force’ her to stay.  (I don’t think anyone could force this girl to do anything anyway.)  So, she left the Zoom classes at the end of the session, and she didn’t talk about ballet classes for a whole year.  Occasionally she’d dance in the living room, and she started expressing her love for dance through other dance forms, but ballet class seemed to be history.  And then one day, I don’t know why, it wasn’t.

She asked if she could take classes again.  I was beyond thrilled.  Turns out we had missed a dramatic year of ballet anyway.   The classes had fluctuated from in-person to Zoom, masks to no masks, with some families on board with the studio’s constant efforts to stick by the state’s protocols, and some who were a little less understanding.  Our return timing felt perfect.

I’ve watched our daughter progress these last 8 months or so, growing in her skills and confidence and expression.  Every night at dinner we share a highlight of our day and a proud moment.  And, without fail, every single ballet class day since she went back, our daughter tells us class was her favorite and proudest part of that day.  As a parent, my heart is warmed to see our child have something she loves so much and feels so proud of.  I know that there may be future times where she wants to stop, and I’m not sure how we’ll handle those.  I know there may be other things our kids ask to stop and never want to return to (even if they’re the things we, parents, really love).  But, ultimately, I know these are their journeys to live.  And as much as my over-thinking, worrying mind likes to interfere, I know at some point I just have to trust that their Life journeys will unfold exactly as they’re supposed to.  In the meantime though, I’m just going to sit back and enjoy the dancing.

Resources for Songs, Rhymes, and Finger Plays

Online Resources of Song, Rhyme, and Finger Play Collections

–Alina Celeste
Alina’s YouTube channel has an incredible assortment of songs and finger plays.  Many of them are in Spanish as well!  Her cute quirkiness and fun interactions make these entertaining for kids and adults.

–Jbrary
Dana and Lindsey are children’s librarians who have posted a very generous number of videos that might be found at a StoryTime circle.  There are songs, rhymes, finger plays, and more all organized by theme.  They are so darling to watch, and they remind me of some of the enthusiasm I used to have with children before becoming a mom.  =D  Check out their website too for wonderful book recommendations and felt board activities.

–Singing Games for Children
Dany Rosevear has an amazing collection of songs and resources on here, as well as links to her singing them on YouTube!  So sweet and so organized.  I want to sit and have tea with her on a weekly basis!

–Mamalisa
MamaLisa has a beautiful collection of children’s songs from around the world.  Most of the songs have an audio of the song, lyrics in multiple languages, sheet music, and links to multiple YouTube videos of the song.  The blog also has incredible links and information.  If you’re looking a multi-cultural approach to your children’s song collection, you must visit this site.

–Molly Whuppie
Ack! Just found Molly, and I love her so much!

Children’s Songs and Musicians that Aren’t Annoying

In this post I talk about how often I walk into a kids’ shop and hear either completely sappy ‘kid’ tracks that seem to belittle our kids’ tastes or pumping club music that seems to rob our kids of childhood with every bass thump.  Here’s the thing.  There’s PLENTY of kid-geared music in between these two extremes.  I’m just not sure why the shops I’ve visited can’t seem to find them.

So, here’s a(n ongoing) list of some of the songs and musicians who (I, personally, think) find the wonderful balance of gearing their music towards children, without trying to “sing down” to them and without trying to make their music into a dance club.  Bonus is that it’s all music we adults can enjoy too.

–Emily Arrow
We found Emily on her YouTube channel where she sings songs based on children’s picture books.  But she also teaches ukulele, writes books, and runs a podcast, among other things.  She’s darling, and I adore her.

–Okee Dokee Brothers
I only recently found the Okee Dokee Brothers.  Joe and Justin sing Nature-themed songs that are so much fun.  Love these guys.

–Minnutes
I can’t find a lot of information on Minnutes, nor can I tell if they’re geared solely towards children’s music, but I’ve heard some of their songs on Spotify and they’re fun and happy.

 

–Elizabeth Mitchell
I “found” Elizabeth Mitchell when I was pregnant with my first.  I immediately fell in love with her gentle and soulful interpretations of children’s folk songs.
You can also find some music videos on YouTube for some of her songs that always make me yearn to run through meadows and picnic under the stars.

 

YouTube kid songs:

–Lily on Adventure Sandwich has wonderful songs like: Just the Way You Are, New Friends Make You Feel Special, and Happy Father’s Day

Pregnancy After Miscarriage

In my post about my miscarriage, I touched on what pregnancy was like for me after my miscarriage.  While I understand everyone’s experience is vastly different, my pregnancy after miscarriage was a huge emotional roller coaster.  I think many people, including myself, thought that a positive pregnancy test after what we’d been through would be a ray of sunshine and hope.  And while there were those moments, for sure, there were also many, many moments of worry and concern over this new baby’s journey.

Just four months into this pregnancy, I began leaking fluids and panicked.  I prepared myself for the worst and how I would be able to handle another heartbreak.  All turned out to be fine, thank goodness, but this was one of many moments when I braced myself for the worst.  Even at the birth, our little sweetheart had shoulder dystocia, a cord wrapped around his neck, and an arm positioned around his neck as he made his entrance.  When I was finally done birthing, I pulled myself up, saw he was a boy, and collapsed, still holding onto the fear that perhaps he hadn’t made it.

I felt that fragility about his life for many days and weeks and months after he was born, and it sucked.  Of course, as a mama, I want to have faith in my kids and their journeys and this world I’ve helped bring them into.  I want to trust in their strong bodies and their resilience.  But sometimes that’s just hard to do.  And because of my miscarriage, that was REALLY hard for me to do for a long time.

Today, our little man is running around the house, happy and crazy and loving and so very loved.  He is very strong and healthy and loves to show us how fast he is.  I’m still a mama who worries, probably more than most.  But, that panicked feeling I used to carry as an undercurrent has finally subsided.  And that is truly a blessing in and of itself.

One of the trickiest things I remember when I first got pregnant five months after the miscarriage was how to announce the news to my family.  It felt so much more weighty than a typical announcement, and so this is the letter I wrote:

 


I’ve learned so much this year.  What outwardly might sound like such a heart-breaking thing – a miscarriage – has actually left me with deep gratitude and so many opportunities for growth.

~I’ve learned our sweet spring baby signed on for a most courageous journey that helped and continues to help shape our lives.

~I’ve learned you can love a soul with all your being, even though you’ve never met.

~Despite some of my hesitations about Western medicine or hospitals, I’ve learned that the doctors, nurses, and staff I saw in June were Angels doing God’s work with skill, kindness, and compassion.

~And despite my extreme squeamishness about blood and needles, I’ve learned that whenever and wherever I can, I will be donating blood.  I will always remember the feeling of most profound gratitude as I watched someone else’s blood enter my body and save my life.

~I’ve learned that many, many women and families have their own sad stories.  Friends and acquaintances came out of the woodworks sharing their miscarriage experiences with me.  There is no “safe zone” in pregnancy or in life.  All you can do is breathe, love, have faith, and be present.

~Even though I used to skirt around other people’s tough topics, I’ve learned that many people really do want to talk about stuff.  That’s all I’ve wanted to do.  When other people are brave enough to ask how I am doing with everything, they don’t make me sad.  They invite me to talk.  To process.  To heal.

~I’ve learned that once a woman reaches age 35, she will likely be bombarded with frightening medical stats and exhaustive risk lists if she so much as thinks the word, “pregnancy.”

~I’ve learned just how incredible our friends and families are.  In a situation where other women may have regretted sharing their baby news early on, I was so grateful we had.  The outpouring of love and support helped more than I can say.

~I’ve learned that (our daughter) is even stronger than the tough little cookie I had already known her to be. She stayed up all night in the ER this June with zero fussing or meltdowns, watching her mama during some very intense moments. She came through everything with an effortless and deep understanding of what our baby’s soul had signed on for. This very proud and loving Big Sister kissed my belly for months and months after the miscarriage to send the kisses to Baby in Heaven.

~I’ve learned that (my husband) is more supportive than I ever thought possible.  He radiated calm and reassurance when I needed it, despite the panic he later admitted to feeling.  He’s literally been a shoulder to cry on—loud, deep sobs I never knew existed.  And all the while he’s here, listening, loving, and supporting what I need to work through, while processing his own stuff as well.

~I’ve learned that even though Baby was only here 10 1/2 weeks, Baby will be in our hearts forever.  There’s no forgetting, no replacing.

~For many months, I viewed my experience as an example of powerlessness and weakness.  I’ve learned now to start viewing it as quite the opposite.  To suddenly lose our baby’s life and come so close to losing my own.  To physically experience what I did and come through it.  To take such an experience and look right at it and feel the sadness and loss and fear, instead of ignoring them…These are all examples of my body and soul’s strengths.

~I’ve learned that in the place I was fractured, my soul is growing back stronger.

 

I write all this so you know where I’m coming from…still processing, still healing, still a messy, wonderful, crazy mix of emotions and thoughts—sadness, relief, anxiety, gratitude, fear, confusion, comfort, faith, insecurity, hopefulness…

But the only one that really matters right now, the only one I can let win out right now is love.  Love for so many things.  Love for so many people, friends, and family.  Love for (my husband) and (our daughter) and myself.  Love for our sweet spring baby who will always be in our hearts…

 

…and Love for our new baby growing in my tummy now!

Will you join us in loving this new baby?

-estimated arrival July/August-


 

When I had my miscarriage, I scoured the Internet for articles and information.  I wanted to read other people’s experiences and not feel so alone.

When I got pregnant after miscarriage, I did the same, but found surprisingly little.  I wanted to post this for my past self and for anyone who might be helped by it, even a little bit.  Sending out so much love.

 

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Dress-Up Clothes Solution

I had recently used cardboard boxes to make this stuffed animal storage.  I kept the momentum by making a dress-up clothes space out of cardboard as well.  Any solution I had tried for clothes before had failed.  I loved Pinterest ideas of darling little mini wardrobes, but there was NO way the kids or I were ever going to hang up each little outfit.  I had tried stacking baskets, large bins, a trunk….None of it seemed to work.  Clothes exploded all over the room out of the baskets and storage bins I had so carefully set up.

This cardboard solution is spread out over several feet.  It gives enough space that the kids can rummage through things without spilling too many items out of the box.  There are technically 3 sections–a small one for accessories, a small one for doll clothes, and a large section for everything else.  Can’t say things always stay in these places, but I’m surprised that they mostly do.  Love that I got to upcycle cardboard for this project as well.  It didn’t cost a dime, and best of all, it actually works!!